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From "The World" in "Reflection in the Left Hand, Time in the Right Hand"
Author: Guo Jingming
In the sound of lights and oars , the sky is still cold and the water is still cold.
In the dream, the silk and bamboo sang softly, the building outside the building, the mountain beyond the mountain, and the people outside the building and the mountain have not yet returned.
The man has not returned, but the wild goose looks back. He has already passed the River of Forgetfulness, and the man playing the piano is full of tears.
The flowers are blooming and falling on the shoulders. Falling all over the shoulders, the sound of the flute is cold, the shadow of the window is broken, and in the sound of smoke and oars, where is Jiangnan.
The full text of "The World" is as follows:
When I stabbed that person's throat with the Moon-Singing Sword in my hand, the person's blood flowed down along the edge of the sword and then... It fell drop by drop on my wrist, and his blood spread on the marble floor like a river of water, like the gentle river I had heard and seen in Jiangnan since I was a child. The graceful and dignified flowing water spread out in all directions. I turned around and saw my mother's stunning face. Her black hair was flying in the steamy wind in the south of the Yangtze River. She smiled and said to me, "Lianhua, this person's name is Liao Splash, the second killer in the south of the Yangtze River. Now He dies by your hands, and you will take his place. Mother's smile filled the air, and eventually became no longer clear, like an ancient ink painting, helium red with thick moisture.
My name is Lianhua. I grew up in Jiangnan. My mother, my son, and I depended on each other. I say we are dependent on each other, but in fact I have lived a life like an emperor since I was a child, because my mother is the number one killer in Jiangnan. Her name is Lotus Prize. But spiritually, we are truly dependent on each other. Because I have not had a father since I was a child.
I once asked my mother, I said, Mom, where is my father?
My mother would always hold my face, then lean down to kiss my eyebrows. She said, "Lianhua, your father is in the distant desert, in a place filled with wind and sand. He is waiting there." Watching a flock of birds, lonely, but smiling
I asked my mother about my father’s appearance, and she told me, Lotus, he is like you, with starry eyes and sharp eyebrows.
I am. I grew up in Lianwei Villa. My cousin grew up with me. His name is Xingxiao. We started learning swordsmanship in Lianlao Villa when he was five years old, but he learned the orthodox and gorgeous Huashan style. Swordsmanship, as for me, was taught by my mother. She told me that my swordsmanship has no name, no origin, no moves, only the purpose, which is to kill people. When I was young, I was always afraid of killing people. Every time I hear my mother talk about killing people, I always see her smile, as soft and gorgeous as a flower. Every time my fear weakens, until finally I can calmly listen to my mother say to me, Lotus, you will be the future. I want to be the best killer. Then I smiled and nodded to my mother.
Xingxiao always wore a white robe, with jade trees facing the wind, and a white beaded crown. My hair is tied up with a scarf. I always wear a black robe, my hair is tied up high with a black rope, and my hair is messy. My mother told me that a killer should always be as restrained as possible, otherwise I will die. I asked her, why is it black? She smiled and said to me, Lotus, have you ever seen human blood? The bright red blood flowing in the body will turn into black blood at the moment before death. Black, like pure golden ink.
Xingxiao's swordsmanship is majestic and smooth, as gorgeous as a soaring phoenix, while my swordsmanship is straightforward, like a short bird's cry. When I was competing with Xingxiao, I could easily stop the Singing Moon Sword at his throat within fifteen moves, and then I would see the fear in his eyes. Then I would turn around and see my mother's peerless face. Smiling in the wind like a blooming smile
The first time I killed someone was when I was eleven years old. At that time, I was not qualified to kill with the Moon Singing Sword because it was my mother's. The weapon I used was a palm sword quenched with poison. The long and narrow blade showed a green light, just like the water flowing around my dream day and night in the south of the Yangtze River, like the sixty-six long and narrow swords in Lianman Villa. The first person to die in my hands was a second-rate killer, but he had been famous in Jiangnan for thirty years. He told me that in fact, those famous killers had lost all their brilliance and sharpness in their old age. Their extravagant life has long ruined their career as a killer, so you can easily defeat them, because if a killer can't kill, he can only be killed by others. Lotus, remember this, this is what your father once said. , your father's name is Hua Mercury.
That man died easily in my hands as my mother said. I used seven moves to pierce the narrow edge of the sword. His throat. When his blood slowly flowed from his throat along the edge of my sword, my mother appeared behind me. I asked her, I could easily take his life, so why did my sword need to be tempered with poison? My mother looked at the blood spreading like running water on the ground and said to me, because to become the best killer in the world, you must put the other party at risk. Absolute death, don't give him any chance to resist.
The man saw my mother behind me with a lotus paddle when he was dying, and his eyes were filled with countless fears. He asked me in a vague voice, who is she to you? I told him that she is my mother, and her name is Lian Shang. Then I saw a weird smile slowly blooming on his face, and finally the smile died on his face.
I was fifteen years old when my mother gave me the Singing Moon Sword. She told me that I was already qualified to use the Singing Moon Sword. The first person I killed with Singing the Moon was Xingxiao, my cousin who grew up with me and a tall and upright young man who also lived in Liantiao Villa as me. I remember the day we had our last sword fight was the beginning of spring. My mother was standing by the flowing water, with flowers falling from the sky on her hair and shoulders. She would sing to me about the moon, and then ask me to kill the stars. She said, Lotus, Kill the star effect and then you can become a real killer because a killer must be ruthless.
That day, white flowers kept falling on me. I knew that spring in Jiangnan was gradually awakening. I stood by the bright water, listening to the sound of flowers falling all over Jiangnan, hearing the dusk, and then I went to find Xingxiao, and then I pierced his throat with a sword, using the Wen Yue Sword.
The last thing I said to Xingxiao was: Let’s compete with each other and stop at the click. Even though I could easily kill Rihyo, I still lied to him. Because my mother told me to use all methods to kill the enemy.
Xingxiao’s blood stretches at my feet, and red lotuses like flames bloom all over the Lianjin Villa. I hear the bird's cry overhead; it's calling, kill, kill, kill.
From that time on, I started my career as a professional killer. I would kill one person a month. My mother would always tell me that person’s name, background, family background, and martial arts skills. How many times did I kill someone in the beginning? She was always with me, and then I started going alone. I always put a lotus flower on the person's throat after killing someone, and people in the world began to spread rumors about my weirdness, erraticness, and peerless martial arts. In fact, I left the lotus just to let those who paid know that it was the lotus that killed those people, and their money was not in vain.
When I was eighteen years old, I killed Liao Zhan, the second most powerful killer in Jiangnan. Lianjin Villa has become the best killer manor in Jiangnan because there are lotus paddles and lotus flowers living in it. From then on, my mother would always hold my face and say to me, Lotus Milk, you will definitely become the number one killer in the world. Even my mother doesn’t know whether I or you are the number one killer in Jiangnan now. I think one day, either I will die by your hands, or you will die by my sword.
Then I will see my mother’s smile spreading, like the mist in the morning in the south of the Yangtze River, spreading throughout the entire Liantiao Villa. She smiled and said to me, Lotus, your face is very much like your father, his name is Kao.
After I turned eighteen, I began to rarely speak. I always sat under the willow tree on the shore and watched the white catkins flying all over the blue sky. When autumn comes, I can I saw large tracts of yellow leaves cruelly withering in the wind. My mother told me when I was a child that everyone will return to their hometown when they die, and those who cannot go back will become wandering souls and be exiled forever. Every time I look up at the sky, I wonder if Jiangnan is my hometown, and whether I will be buried under those green waters after my death.
There was a time when I was looking up at something between my mothers. I said it was nothing, just because I was lonely. Then a bird flew across the sky. It was screaming, kill, kill, kill. I pretended not to hear it, but my mother didn’t say anything.
That night, my mother told me that I actually have a sister. Her name is Lotus like mine. She lives with my father in the desert, watching a group of lonely birds. My father is one of the two best killers in the world, and my sister should be a top killer now.
I asked my mother, who is the other killer like my father?
I heard her sigh weakly, and she said, it was me. Then she said, Lotus, you were actually born in the desert outside the Great Wall. Your hometown is not the south of the Yangtze River, but the sandy desert north of the Great Wall.
When I slashed the Moon Burial Sword deeply across the swordsman’s neck artery, I heard the whirring sound of blood as it spurted out, and his blood sprayed out in tiny tones. , scattered in the wind like the yellow sand of the desert, tiny blood drops scattered on the heated sand, quickly drying and turning black, just like the color of my father's pupils in the flowers, as black as golden ink. When the swordsman fell down like a tree in front of me, my father appeared behind me, his expression was cold and stern, and lonely chirping birds circled above his head, flying quickly across the sky. My father said to me in a low voice, "Lotus, this person's name is Hantang. He is the second best killer in this desert after me. He has been famous for ten years and is only twenty-seven years old now." When he was seventeen years old, he was already a top-notch killer outside the customs. My father turned around and smiled at me. He said, "Lotus, from now on, no one in this desert can kill you except me. Maybe, even I can't kill you." My father's smile finally filled the wind and sand, and my eyes felt a little swollen and painful. That year, I was fifteen years old.
My name is Lianhua. I grew up in the desert of the northwest. I live with my father. Every morning, I stand next to him; I accompany him to watch the mountains and rivers passing by quickly on the horizon. flying birds. I grew up listening to the calls of those birds, which clung to the dusky sky of the desert. My father always told me, he said, look at the lotus, that direction is Jiangnan, that mist-filled place, and the city surrounded by silk and bamboo ropes. The water there is green and clear, and can swirl around you in your dreams. My father's name is Hua Mei, the world's best killer.
I have learned swordsmanship from my father since I was a child. He never taught me the fancy swordsmanship that women should learn. The swordsmanship he taught me was simple and clear, straightforward, with no name, no origin, no moves. The only purpose is to kill.
My father and I live in Shenyang in the desert. Behind our house is a spring. I asked my father why there is a spring in the desert. He smiled and said, because someone once cried here. . His smile spread in the wind, mixed with fine yellow sand and fell on my face.
My father planted lotus flowers in the spring that day, red lotus flowers as bright as flames. My father told me that the kind of red lotus comes from the Western Regions. The juice in the petals is so poisonous that it can seal your throat when you see blood. Like peacock gallbladder and crane crown red. I remember that the red lotus always died at the beginning. The best time was when it survived until it bloomed. But when the first bud formed, the lotus began to fester from the roots and eventually died. There was a heavy snowfall in the Liuluo period, and the spring water was frozen for three months. After it thawed, all the lotus flowers transplanted by my father from the Western Regions survived, and the lotus leaves as warm as jade covered the entire spring pool. I asked my father why he wanted to plant lotus flowers. My father smiled and touched my hair. He said, because of the two women I love most, one is called Lotus and the other is called Lotus. I also have a favorite man, his name is also called Lotus.
Before I was fifteen, the weapons I used to kill people were all silver needles, which were tempered with the poison of red lotus juice. Every time I use those poisonous plans to break the artery in the opponent's neck, then I will see blood spraying out, like red dust in the wind, falling bit by bit on the yellow sand of the desert, and then It was quickly dried by the wind and submerged in the quicksand, leaving no trace. I once asked my father, I said, father, I can easily end the lives of those people with a silver needle, why do I need to quench the poison on the needle. The father looked at the direction of the horizon and said slowly, because he must not leave any room for his opponent to fight back, he must kill him.
My father always played his dusty six-stringed harp at dusk. The sound was desolate and profound, rippling in the twilight desert. Sometimes a camel caravan team would pass by from afar. The sound of camel bells drifted from afar, intertwined with the melodious sound of the piano and dispersed in the wind. I asked my father what tune it was, and he told me that it was the lyrics written by my mother, who used to play and sing it in his ears every day and every night using Jiangnan silk and bamboo. My father always sang that Jiangnan tune with his desolate and magnetic voice: amidst the lights and shadows and the sound of oars, the sky is still cold and the water is still cold. In the dream, the silk and bamboo sang softly, the building outside the building, the mountain outside the mountain, and the people outside the building and the mountain have not yet returned. Before the person returns, the wild goose looks back. He has already passed the Wangchuan River, and the man playing the piano is full of tears. The flowers fluttered down on my shoulders. Falling all over the shoulders, the sound of the flute is cold, the shadows on the windows are dim, and in the sound of smoke and waves, where is Jiangnan.
Every time my father sang this song, he would always burst into tears. I never asked him why he didn’t go back to the south of the Yangtze River, to the city on the water with rippling blue water. I only know that my father would always sing until the sun was completely hidden under the horizon of yellow sand, and then he would carefully put away the guqin, but still would not wipe off the soft dust on it. Then he would dance the sword in the moonlight, lonely, but Liang Jia; he never taught me those sword styles, and I saw my father's flying black robe and black messy hair in the moonlight, the same eagle with spread wings, moonlight It flowed along the deep contours of his face, permeated his chest and waist; the fingers holding the sword finally melted into his pupils as black as gold and ink.
My father told me that this desert seems peaceful, but in fact it hides too many storms. There are too many killers and swordsmen hiding in this desert. I have seen those silent swordsmen that my father talked about. They always wear black turbans and walk alone under the scorching sun in this hot desert, like lonely but brave wolves. Their knives are always wrapped in black cloth and carried behind their backs. I once saw a swordsman's sword skills as fast as lightning, and he could kill with one move. The swordsman looked up at the sky after his opponent fell, and then saw the birds flying across the sky, killing, killing, killing. I don’t know why, but when I saw that swordsman, I thought of my father, Hua Wu.
I asked my father why their swordsmanship has no origin. My father told me that it is because their swordsmanship is the same as your swordsmanship. It has no name, no origin, no moves, only purpose. kill. So they are the most dangerous animals in this desert.
When I was fifteen years old, my father asked me to kill a group of swordsmen who were passing through this desert. There were seven swordsmen, all of whom were top masters. My father gave me his Moon Burial Sword, and then took me to Huangshi Town, the only small town on the edge of the desert.
When I walked on the streets filled with flying sand and rocks, I felt a sense of fear. Because I have never seen so many people. I grew up with my father. There was no verbal contact with the second person. My father pointed out to me the hawkers, old ladies, beggars, and young boys on the roadside, and told me who among them was a killer, who was a swordsman, and who was a commoner. Among them, my father pointed to a little boy of about eight years old and told me that he was the young master of Bingquan Island in the South China Sea and one of the top fifty killers in the Central Plains.
When the street came to the end, I saw the flying yellow sand settling down one after another. At the end of the yellow sand, there was a noisy restaurant. I saw seven people inside. There are three swordsmen, and the middle one among them is the most terrifying.
My father said to me, Lotus, go up and kill them.
When my father said this, he seemed to be saying something natural to me. His face was calm and unruffled.
Later, all seven of them died in my hands. Their blood vessels were cut open by my sword, and their blood spurted out. The swordsman who died last was a thin-faced man. He kept looking at me. At the last moment, he asked me, who are you, the flower witch? I gently placed the last lotus flower on his throat, and then told him that he was my father. Then I saw his weird smile, which finally froze on his face and was frozen forever.
When my father and I left that day, the lights were lit again in the restaurant, and the red lanterns swayed in the wind filled with yellow sand. My father said to me, Lotus, now you are the best in the desert. As a killer, maybe no one can kill you anymore except me.
I looked at the Moon Burial Sword in my hand, and its snow-white light hurt my eyes. There was not a drop of blood on it, and it was as smooth as the tooth-white moon, so full.
When my father left Huangshi Town, he gave a jade pendant on his waist to a little beggar on the roadside. I knew that the jade pendant was an ancient mascot and had been bought by my father for five thousand taels of silver. I asked my father why he should give it to a little beggar. My father said to me, because he is a real beggar.
After returning home that night, my father began to play the piano again, and then danced with the sword. In the darkness, I could hear the sound of the sword cutting through the night, short and sharp, like the chirping of a bird. That night I heard my father singing the lyrics again:
In the sound of lanterns and shadows, the sky was still cold and the water was still cold. In the dream, the silk and bamboo sang softly, the building outside the building, the mountain beyond the mountain, and the people outside the building and the mountain have not yet returned. Before the person returned, Yanyu looked back and saw that he had already passed the Wangchuan River, and the man playing the piano was full of tears. The flowers fluttered down on my shoulders. Falling all over the shoulders, the sound of the flute is cold, the shadow of the window is broken, and in the sound of smoke and oars, where is Jiangnan.
When I was eighteen years old, my father told me that we should leave the desert.
I don’t know why my father left, leaving the birds and the desert that he had been watching for eighteen years; leaving his lotus pond, and leaving his peak killer status here. I said to my father, Father, we have to give up everything when we leave. Have you decided?
My father nodded and said, because we are going to find your mother and your brother. His name; also called Lotus.
My father looked at the dark sky and said, because the appointed time has come.
I always like to watch the flowers falling in the Lotus Villa, endless and sweeping. The small rivers that stretch in the manor always reflect my lonely figure. In fact, many times I want to find someone to talk to, but every time I come into contact with strangers, I have only one purpose, and that is to kill them.
Every time I stabbed their throats with my sword, I felt very sad, as if I was dying.
Actually, people are not called dead until they die. Many times I feel that I have died. I am like a puppet who has cut off the silvery silk thread behind me that controls me.
I always dream about my father, who lives with my sister in the desert. I dream about his handsome and rebellious face, his black flying robe, and his messy hair. As I am now. There is also the bright long sword Burial Moon wrapped in black cloth behind him. And my sister, Lotus. She should have the charming face of my mother when she was young, and when she smiles, she has the gentle mist of Jiangnan, but when she kills, she must be as decisive and thorough as me.
Sometimes there are fires in my dreams, and continuous fires burn through every corner of Lianyou Villa. In the sky full of firelight, I couldn't see my mother, I couldn't see my Singing Moon Sword, I couldn't see the villa, I couldn't see Jiangnan, I could only see the God of Death approaching step by step. Every time I struggle to wake up, I always see my mother-in-law's kind face. She always smiles at me without speaking.
My mother-in-law grew up with me in Liantiao Villa. I have been sleeping in her arms since I was a child. But my mother-in-law couldn't speak. She always smiled at me, her smile was warm and inclusive. I like the warm smell of locust flowers on her hair. It is a beautiful memory mixed with fragrance from my childhood.
Actually, when I used the Singing Moon Sword for the first time, I always wondered if my mother would ask me to kill my mother-in-law, but she still didn’t. Maybe it’s because my mother-in-law doesn’t know martial arts and can’t improve me.
I keep talking to my mother-in-law. She is the only one who can listen to me because she cannot speak. Many times I hugged my mother-in-law and cried sadly, but she still smiled at me kindly. I seemed to hear her saying to me, Lotus, don't cry, you want to be the best swordsman in the world, how can you cry.
My mother-in-law taught me a song, and she wrote it on paper for me to read:
Amidst the sound of the lantern and shadow awards, the sky is still blocked and the water is still cold. In the dream, the silk and bamboo sang softly, the building outside the building, the mountain outside the mountain, and the people outside the hidden mountain have not yet returned. Before the person returns, the echo of the wild goose has already crossed the River of Forgetfulness, and the man playing the harp is full of tears. The flowers fluttered down on my shoulders. Falling all over the shoulders, the sound of the flute is blocked, the shadow of the window is broken, and in the sound of smoke and waves, where is the south of the Yangtze River.
I don’t know how to sing this ballad, but I like to read it out. I always sit by the river, sitting in the wind with flying flowers, and read this ballad. It makes me sing. It feels very warm.
Since I was eighteen years old, my mother has always said the same thing. She said that the appointed time is coming.
Every time I asked her what the agreement was, she always shook her head, and then I saw her unfathomable but alluring smile.
That day I went to kill a famous swordsman in a bustling city. That swordsman was a real man seeking fame and reputation. So when I saw him in the restaurant of the inn, I walked over and said to him, if you want to commit suicide, you should let me kill you. The man looked at me, his laughter was particularly arrogant, and he said, I am living a good life, I don’t want to die, and I can let an ignorant kid like you die.
I sighed and shook my head, and then quickly stabbed his throat with the three chopsticks on the table. I saw him looking at the sword behind me when he died. I smiled and asked him, have you ever wondered why I didn't kill you with a sword? He nodded. I said, because you are not worthy of my sword.
I asked him again, do you really want to see my vagina?
He nodded and his eyes began to wander.
So I pulled out the sword, and the white light like moonlight instantly illuminated the surrounding black. Then I heard the vague voice in his throat saying, So you are the lotus.
I laughed and said, yes, I am Lotus. Then I stabbed the Singing Moon Sword into his throat again, because my mother told me not to give my opponent any room. When I saw that his blood was dyed green by the poison of the red lotus, I placed a red Western Red Lotus on his throat and turned around to leave.
When I walked down the street, I saw the man and a young woman in the courtyard. Both of them were wearing black robes and their hair was flying. The man was unruly, and the young woman carried a long sword wrapped in black cloth on her back. Instinctively I knew their identities. They were killers just like me. And he's a top-notch killer.
I walked quietly past them, and then I heard the man singing a song, which was the song my mother-in-law taught me. I finally knew how to sing the melody of the song. Filled with sadness, I seemed to see the water in the south of the Yangtze River drying up in hundreds of turns.
When I returned to Lianman Villa, I saw my mother standing under the candy house. She looked at the nests of swallows piled up on the candy house, showing an innocent and sweet smile like a girl. Call her, I call her, mother.
I didn’t fall asleep for a long time that night. I kept thinking about the man and the woman. I felt that I should have met them before, because their faces were so familiar, but I couldn’t remember what situation we were in. Saw it next time. That night I sang the ditty sung by a man, and I heard my voice flying lonely among the trees and corridors of Lian Diao Villa. Then I heard a rapid knock on the door, and we saw my mother's frightened face. Face, she looked at me and asked hurriedly, who taught this song? She grabbed my lapel and asked me, tell me, who is it?
I said, I don’t know.
When my mother left that day, I heard her whisper, she said, it’s time to go home, it turns out you are back.
I don’t know when my mother-in-law stood behind us that day. When I turned 5, I saw her kind face. But for the first time, I saw something that could not be hidden from her face. sad.
Mother-in-law, what are you worried about?
Father told me that in fact, in the world now, only Jiangnan and beyond the Great Wall have the best killers, so we have to Back to Jiangnan, and I, N, are waiting for me there, as well as my brother, Lianhua.
I have never met my mother, and my brother has never met his father. We have never met each other. My father always likes to touch my soft split hair and say to me, Lotus, your mother is as beautiful as you, her name is Lianhua.
When we arrived at the small town in Jiangnan, it was already dusk, and drizzle was slowly falling from the sky. The rain in the south of the Yangtze River is always gentle without any hint of sadness, and lingers like paper scraps flying all over the sky.
I remember the first time I saw a paper god in the desert was after killing a town master. There was a butterfly paper grape on his car. I asked my father, what is this? My father said to me, it is a paper camp, which can fly into the sky when there is wind, just like those lonely birds.
I asked him why I had never seen anyone putting paper grapes in the desert?
My father said it was because the wind in the desert was too harsh. Those fragile paper poisons will be dismembered by the wind, and then scattered into pieces, falling to the end of the world.
And now, I finally saw the paper camp flying in the sky, so peaceful and quiet. Suddenly, I burst into tears. My father, why didn’t I live in Jiangnan since I was a child? Why isn’t my mother by my side?
My father touched my hair and said nothing, but I saw the pain in his eyes. He called my name over and over, Lotus, Lotus, Lotus.
I like the flowing water in the south of the Yangtze River. They wrap around the whole city gracefully. I always smile happily when I see those young men in long gowns walking across the stone bridge. My father, dad, were you also like that when you were young, with a feather fan and silk scarf and a romantic cupboard? My father always touched my hair and said to me, no, when I was young, I always had a shoulder on my back. Wearing the Burial Moon Sword, he lives in seclusion and simplicity. Many times he would travel in the dark, and then kill people when he was stopped. There was no emotion in my father's tone, so I didn't know what kind of memories he had of his youthful years.
I have seen those women who ride on awning boats and raise their wrists to pick lotus flowers. Their hair is as black as golden ink, hanging down from their shoulders softly, and then they are submerged in the water. Those hairs rippled in the water plants, like their soft whispers. Occasionally, swallows fly diagonally across the water, and then disappear under the black house sugar.
I said to my father, Dad, I like Jiangnan.
On our first day in Jiangnan, we stayed in an inn. That night my father and I were standing in the courtyard, and I saw the stars shining on my father's flying black hair. He was singing that little tune, but he didn't bring his piano and it was left in the wind and sand of the desert. My father's magnetic voice spread in the water vapor in the south of the Yangtze River.
Amidst the lights and the sound of oars, the sky is still cold and the water is still cold. In the dream, silk and bamboo sang softly, outside the building. There are mountains beyond the mountains, and people are still beyond the mountains. · Before the person returns, the wild goose looks back. He has already passed the River of Forgetfulness, and the man playing the piano is full of tears. Yang flowers fluttered down on the shoulders. Falling all over the shoulders, the sound of flutes is heard in the village, the shadows of the windows are broken, and in the sound of smoke and oars, where is the south of the Yangtze River.
Then I saw a man in a black robe passing by us. At that moment, I felt familiar. He looked very much like my father, with slanting thick black eyebrows and star-like eyes. , straight nose bridge, lips as thin as razor blades. My father had his back turned to him and I didn't see him. I wanted to call my father, but he had already walked out of the inn. I looked at his back and suddenly felt sad.
Then we heard the screams of the crowd upstairs.
When my father and I caught up, I saw a man lying in a pool of blood. His blood flowed out from under him, like the meandering water in the south of the Yangtze River, flowing in all directions. Gradually turns black in the wind. Then I discovered that the wound on his throat was fatal with a sword, and the wound was a strange blue color. I knew that there was strong poison on the sword's edge, and it was the poison in the red lotus juice of the Western Regions. And on that man's throat, there was a red lotus that was as bright as a flame.
I turned to my father and said, I did not kill him. But I found that my father didn't look at me at all. He just said two words in a low voice with a regretful expression, and those two words were very strange, "That's my name."
Father kept saying Think about it, lotus, lotus, lotus...
On the tenth day of the lunar month, the North Star moves sideways, so sharp weapons are forbidden, and the north will benefit greatly. There is blood and light, so it is suitable to bathe in juice and chant sutras to relieve disasters.
This is written in the almanac of that day.
My mother got up very early that morning, her hair was tied up, her silk clothes were flying, and she was holding my singing moon. < /p>
Mom, where are you going?
To meet a killer who is unparalleled in the world. I want to see who is best in the world, or his mother’s hair. There was still no chaos in the wind. I saw her smile, confused and regretful.
Mom, can you please not go? I suddenly felt fear, but I didn’t know what I was worried about. .
No, this was a promise made twenty years ago. Lotus, wait for me to respond, and I will become the best killer in the world.
I watched her disappear. At the gate of the villa, her clothes were flying, and I suddenly felt like a butterfly about to fly, but I was afraid that she would never fly back.
I waited until night, and the villa was already there. The barrel of yellow light was lit, the palace lantern under the sugar room was lit, and the soft light shrouded my head.
When I heard the thick evening bell from the mountain to the north, I stood up. , and then told my mother-in-law that I was going out.
My mother-in-law held my hand and looked at me. I smiled at her and said, mother-in-law, I am just going to find my mother, and I will be back soon.
I saw my mother in the south of Lishui, and the man who could sing a ditty that I saw in the inn. When I arrived, I happened to see the man’s sword cutting my mother. The blood spread out like flying petals and fell on the grass. The singing moon fell from my mother's hand and hit the lawn, making no sound.
Call me mother, I say, mother, mother.